Gird up the loins of your mind.

How long shall thy vain thoughts lodge within thee?

I know the things that come into your mind, every one of them.

My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways My ways, saith the Lord.

The thoughts of the wicked are an abomination to the Lord.

There is not a word in my tongue, but, lo, O Lord, Thou knowest it altogether.

Think soberly.

Thou, even Thou only, knowest the hearts of all the children of men.